Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.